Tord's Red Army

How Curious?

Violet sat there on the edge of her bed, still in her half-drunken state, lightly touching the bandages the encased her wing. She don't know why an angel was sent to help her because she was more than likely to kill an angel on sight and her "brother"  Should know this considering what happened to them as children and their poor parents. They were murdered for being in love, for having a family but still he quite clearly associates with angels. It made her furious, so furious in fact that she had to physically stop herself from vomiting, then again that may have just been the alcohol talking. In any case, the angel that helped her seemed alright but then he never uttered a  word except for a goodbye, which most - including herself - would have took offensively, being called a pup wasn't a good thing and angel must have known that. Violet wouldn't expect anything less from an angel though and this was probably the nicest they could be anyway. In the middle of her thoughts she realised how tired she really was so she decided to lay down and rest for a while, staying awake wasn't going to do her any favours, so why not?

Dylan kept pacing back and forth in his bedroom. What was she, that girl, yes she was obviously a demon that much was clear but there was something else about her, something he didn't quite understand. He was under strict instruction not to speak to the girl at any cost while helping her, apparently she was extremely dangerous but he could see how a small thing like her could be dangerous at all. He desperately wanted to speak to her, it took him everything he had not to disobey orders. She was so different, not only because she was the first female in this place since it opened but because there was a strange sort of aura that surrounded her. The white leader, Clyde, was showing a particular interest in her when three of his men brought her in. Now that he thought about it, Clyde was the only other person that he had seen who had violet eyes other than that girl. Dylan didn't want to dwell on that matter for too long, he ran his fingers through his red hair, he couldn't seem to get his mind off of that girl who conflicted him.

Violet awoke the next day to somebody knocking on her door. She was still in her purple hoodie, black ripped jeans and purple high-tops and that was as decent as she was going to look so she got up to open the door. She unlocked the door and slowly peeked out to see who her unwelcome visitor was. It was the red-haired angel from the night before and she was not in the mood to deal with angels right now. "What do you want?" she said quite rudely

The boy sighed "Right, less of that attitude, I am only her to take you to our Leader."

Violet laughed coldly "Your Leader! I am only here to see my brother then leave, Blue."

"Good luck with that then, our Leader doesn't let visitors meet many of our soldiers until he has seen them, besides do you even know where your brother is right now because I think yo may need to see him for that sort of information, Pup."

Violet knew he was right, she was going to have to see his Leader, she didn't want to admit that to him though so she just replied with "Don't call me Pup, I have a name y'know."

"So what is it then, Pup?"

"My name is Violet."

"I think I am gonna stick with Pup." 

Her face creased as he said that and he had to admit she looked adorable when she was annoyed. Most demons would have ripped him to shreds by now but for some reason she seemed to be refraining from doing so, instead she let out an quiet huff and opened the door fully. She already seemed to be fully dressed, the only problem being that her hair was dishevelled but that was easily fixed. "Are we going then or what, Blue?" she piped up pulling him from his thoughts.

He chuckled lightly "Yeah, yeah. The name's Dylan, by the way."

She glared at him for a moment before replying with "I think I'll stick with Blue." mocking his playful tone earlier, this earned her another chuckle from him.